thanksgiving

for thanksgiving we went into the lion's den

what is the lion's den you ask? just see where hong is pointing in this picture:


that's right, lions live there. lots of them. and if you aren't the most skilled of all fisherman, the lions will steal your bait, then snap your line. but we ain't your average normal fisherman, we were armed with breakfast burritos and this was 6am on thanksgiving day.

oh right, hong was fishing too close to the shore when a big wave approached, and well -he got doused. notice his pants in this pic are soaked. this is 7am on thursday morning, in november. but that can't stop him, true lion's den fishermen push through, even when every step is accompanied by a squishy wet shoe and sock sound.


yes folks, this is a legal catch. senoritas have no size limit, and this is probably the smallest one ever caught by man. i think gene was saying that he thought his line was snapped and started reeling in when this guy came up. maybe.


sometimes, just to f-with you the lion's den will hook a garibaldi on the end of your line. these are the bright orange, very protected, state fish. no keeping these guys regardless. that doesn't mean you can slam them against the rocks as hong may or may not have accidentally done. it's surprising how easy it is to see a floating garibaldi from 200 yards away as seagulls poke at it.

unphoto'd yet honorable mentions of this thanksgiving outing:
1.) hong landed a 13" calico bass
2.) gene slipped and landed very hard on his a$$
3.) a seagull swooped in and stole our entire bag of bait
4.) alvaro's had no burritos, so we went to santana's, which was closed and ended at a random place where hong returned the horchata while in the drivethru
5.) as gene caught the smallest senorita, hong caught the biggest